The villainous prince who bullied Feng Aotian was actually myself.

Naden felt that his chances of winning were already slim.

If he remains trapped here, his army will surely fall into chaos.

But Leon is different, because there is a fake Leon in Machete, and the soldiers and civilians believe that this fake Leon in Machete is their emperor.

Now we can only pin our hopes on Armani.

Naden thought to himself.

He slowly sat up, leaned against the table and chair, and wiped the blood from his nose.

Leon showed no intention of continuing to attack Naden. He returned to his original spot and sat down, quietly watching Naden.

Leon could have killed himself here, but he didn't.

So it's clear that he was restricted; he made some kind of agreement with the goddess of justice, who wouldn't allow Leon to kill her in her divine realm.

With this in mind, Naden was no longer afraid of Leon's strength.

"I don't believe you can keep the goddess of justice trapped here forever."

"Nedden said."

"Of course I can't, I don't have that ability."

Leon said, "It'll only be three days. We'll all go back after that."

"Three days?"

Naden laughed, "You think your army can defeat me in three days?"

“Analyzing it from a military perspective, this is impossible.”

Leon replied, "My goal is not to crush your army on the battlefield."

"Warfare is based on deception. Attacking cities is the lowest form of warfare, while attacking hearts and minds is the highest. To subdue the enemy without fighting is the ultimate skill."

Leon said with a smile.

"What is this—a military strategy?"

Nadeen didn't quite understand what Leon meant.

"Yes, it is a military treatise, and one that no one but me has ever read."

"Leon said."

"Mysterious."

Naiden tutted.

"I don't believe you can reverse your numerical disadvantage in just three days. I still maintain that with 300,000 against 130,000, the advantage is in my hands!"

"I can say that," Naden said confidently.